Divine Throne Novels & Stories

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

There are three celestial orders: The Lowest (angels and archangels) The Middle (Dominions, Virtues, Powers) And the Highest (Thrones, Cherubim, Seraphim) Seraphim can't be made from mortals. Only from the hand of God. But Thrones? Thrones can be reborn from other beings. Thrones enforce divine justice. That's what I am now. The firebrand. The judge. The balancer of scales. “You can transform into your other forms, Jacob,” the voice of God says. “How, Father?” I ask.

scorned by all of divine kind. So when my children’s overwhelming lightning magic went out of control, no one came to help. My babies and I were consumed by that arcane tempest. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night he was shot. The young divine prince Cassius, burning with heat, reached out to me with desperate hunger. But high up on the throne... His father, Theron—the beautiful, ruthless God King who had ruled for centuries—was also losing the battle against his own searing desire.

They guard the throne of God and are also said to be the angels guarding the garden of Eden. THRONES- These angels appear to have the weirdest appearance. They appear with great glowing wheels covered with many eyes. They serve as God's chariot and dispense his judgment. They have the hands of a man under their wings and their wings are joined one another so cannot bend when flying. The sound of their wings, however, is like raging waters.

“The Council won’t stop until they undo us. Until they erase the idea that a god could love a mortal.” Soren’s fists clenched. He rose, unsteady but determined. “Then I’ll go to them first.” > “Soren—” He turned his gaze toward the horizon. The world there shuddered, blurring like heat over metal. From the haze emerged a shape — massive, radiant, cruelly beautiful. A citadel of crystal and flame rose above the clouds, each spire pulsing with divine energy. The seat of the Celestial Council. The heart of judgment.

This was so much information and part of me started doubting Veronica. I folded my hands looking at her and she splayed her hands, “I’m serious, Pyra. No one is allowed into the throne room except the pack’s rulers.” “Since you know a lot, what does it look like?” I asked with my brows high up and a smirk played at the corners of my mouth. Veronica groaned and rolled her eyes, “I’ve told you before. It is a throne of flames, made by the moon goddess herself and one more thing…” she trailed off, looking deep into my eyes like she just discovered a final piece to a puzzle.

Her Throne has never been shook before. The Third Throne, the West: ruled by Morrigan. She and Akasha are close friends. The second woman in the council. Her feminine rage is not to be tampered with. The Fourth Throne, the south: ruled by Atticus. He's the only friend I have in the council, the only one who's ever shown care and understands the pain I passed through, and certainly the only one who speaks in my favour anytime Marcellus objects me. The ladies are neutral, painfully.

Then she shook her head again. “I want to believe in you, Ron.” She said, “I really do but you don't understand. It’s hopeless. Even if Eron were released, even if you pray and he recovers his powers, he cannot defeat Dareth. Only the Sword of Heaven has that kind of power but Dareth destroyed him long ago when he saw the signs of a true god awakening.” Prince Ron gasped. “A true god?” Nemyra nodded. “Yes. A true god is the ruler of the higher heavens. There hasn’t been one in countless centuries and when he saw your husband exhibiting the signs of one…”

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

On the day my fiancé, Raphael Moretti, and I were supposed to get our marriage license at city hall, I dressed with care. But by noon, he still hadn't shown up. Aurelia De Luca video-called me. "Sofia, where are you? Raphael's been waiting for you all day." Panic hit me. "Weren't we signing in Palermo?" Aurelia frowned. "It's Taormina, Sofia. Everyone's been waiting for a long time." I drove straight to Taormina. When I arrived, no one was there. When the video connected, Aurelia was crouched on the ground, laughing hard. "Sofia, don't tell me you actually went. We're already on Lipari. Raphael's setting up the wedding venue to surprise you." I left my car at the port and took a boat to Lipa